There are no words,
there is no light,
there was no love,
my heart was right.
Screw it.
I’m tired of rhymes and
words that ring fake.
There’s not one
fucking thing pretty
about a soul when it breaks.
September 17, 2007
There are no words,
there is no light,
there was no love,
my heart was right.
Screw it.
I’m tired of rhymes and
words that ring fake.
There’s not one
fucking thing pretty
about a soul when it breaks.